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“Your hair is so soft.” with lyon (fire emblem)?
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Lyon doesn't mean to shy away from your affection, it's just the first time that he feels the feather light touch of your fingers brushing against his, it electrifies him with such an unfamiliar feeling that he wants to take time to understand just what it is that pangs so deeply in his chest.
But of course due to him not communicating it with you, you don't actually hold his hand until some time after the accidental finger brushing. A sensation that gives him great joy, and makes his heart soar to great heights.
He isn't entirely sure how this new current scenario came about, he does know that his heart hasn't stopped hammering in his chest since it began. Him leaning his back against you, your legs either side of him as you run your fingers through his hair.
“Your hair is so soft.” You murmur. While he's entirely lost in the sensation of your fingers running through the strands, to the point where he doesn't even hear himself automatically say thank you for the compliment. Or when he agrees to let you style it.
Not that it matters. While your humming to yourself, styling his hair, he's growing to understand the fluttering in his chest is simply love making its presence known.
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magicfootballstuff · 1 year
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Shirt Swap - part 1 (ella toone x reader)
Summary: This is the first half of a 2-parter that can either be read independently or as a follow-up to this. In which you and Ella navigate a long distance relationship and Champions League rivalries after you decide to leave United for Lyon.
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Playing for Lyon is every bit as incredible as you thought it would be, and a bit more.
The team is stacked with talent and you throw yourself straight in, wanting to prove that you deserve your place in such a prestigious team.
The main downside, of course, is that once the season has begun, you barely get to see Ella.
But you make it work. Ella flies out to visit you in your new home when United get a couple of days off because of Conti Cup fixtures that they’re not playing in due to their involvement in the Champions League this year, and you make a return visit to Manchester when there’s a weekend without a scheduled league game for Lyon, visiting your old club to watch them beat City 2-1 in the first Manchester Derby of the season. Ella scores the first goal and she tells you after the match that she scored it just for you. Needless to say, Ella earns herself lots of girlfriend points and neither of you gets much sleep that night.
You don’t get drawn into the same group in the Champions League, for which you’re actually quite grateful. Instead, you get Chelsea, and Ella tells you to “go and smash them, babe”, which is exactly what you do. Twice.
Lyon tops their group and Manchester United, who get a difficult draw into a group with Barcelona, finish second in theirs and also advance to the knockout rounds.
You watch the draw for the quarter finals with your Lyon teammates between training and a match analysis session. Lyon’s name gets drawn against Manchester United, and your teammates cheer and tease you about facing your old club. When you check your phone later, there are a string of notifications from your old United teammates too. You’ve missed a FaceTime from Ella, though she’s also sent you a message telling you that she’s looking forward to knocking you out of the competition.
You speak to her later, where the teasing continues. It’s easy enough now, with the actual match not for another few weeks, to keep up the playful rivalry under the guise of long-distance flirting. You both know that it’ll be different on the pitch, but that goes unspoken.
Neither you nor Ella is particularly surprised with the draw. It’s the cruel way that fate works sometimes, that one of you has to crush the other’s dream. But you’re a professional and so is Ella. You can compartmentalise your work life and your relationship and you know that while there will be heartbreak for one of you, there won’t be any grudges.
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You make eye contact with Ella in the tunnel before the first leg. Her mouth twitches in a half smile, having not seen you in person for a few weeks, before it’s gone and her game face returns, and she faces forward to avoid looking at you. A couple of your old teammates greet you with a fist bump but you know that the niceties will stop as soon as you’re facing each other on the pitch.
The occasion seems to get to Manchester United a little bit in the opening minutes of the match. You know most of these players very well and you can tell they’re nervous. It’s not much, just a few misplaced passes or poor decisions, but Lyon are a team of professionals who know how to perform on this great stage under the highest pressure. Within ten minutes, they manage to take advantage of United’s nerves and Lyon find themselves ahead.
As you celebrate with your teammates, you can hear Ella trying to rally her own, reminding them that they’re better than their lacklustre start and the mistake that has cost them an early goal.
To United’s credit, Ella’s words seem to have inspired a bit of fight in them. Lyon aren’t just going to sit back and let the game run with a one goal lead, but United make the hunt for a second goal difficult and even get a few chances themselves.
Lyon’s defence get caught napping five minutes before half time and Alessia makes a break towards the goal, squaring the ball to Ella who fires a shot just over the bar. Even from thirty yards away, you can hear Ella swearing at herself for missing such a chance. If it had been on target it would have been the goal that got United back into the game and everybody knows it - your keeper had tried to close down Alessia which left the net wide open for Ella.
Lyon get their second goal just after half time. Like the first, it’s not necessarily down to the quality of the players, but the mentality. Lyon come out fast straight from the kick off and take advantage once again of United’s slow start. You get the assist, a sweeping ball across from the wing that finds the feet of your striker for an easy tap past Mary’s outstretched glove, but you can’t make eye contact with any of your old teammates as you get pulled into the celebrations.
Just as in the first half, it takes conceding a goal for United to get themselves organised. You’re focused on your own game, but playing on the same pitch as your girlfriend for the first time since you left United in the summer, you’re more than aware of Ella’s presence too. She plays with unrivalled passion, fuelled by her natural competitiveness and love for her club mixed in with a little bit of personal determination not to lose to you.
The game heats up as the players tire and United get more frustrated. It’s actually Lyon who pick up the first card, but once the referee has shown yellow once, the tackles fly in harder than ever and both teams are punished.
With fifteen minutes left on the clock you find yourself on the receiving end of such a tackle. You receive the ball near the edge of the pitch and turn ready to pass it up the wing, only for a red blur to come clattering into you, studs first, before you can release the ball. You go down clutching your ankle as the referee’s whistle blows, and only realise that it was Ella who tackled you when you hear her protesting.
You’re aware of the commotion around you. Ella’s trying to approach you to check if you’re alright, but your teammates step up to your defence and stop her getting close to you. Daan, never one to hold back when things start getting feisty, seems to be demanding that the referee reprimands Ella for the tackle, and you’re pretty sure Ella does get shown a yellow as Katie and Alessia lead her away from the huddle of angry Lyon players before things get nasty.
The referee asks if you’re okay to continue and you nod, rotating your sore ankle a few times to check it’s okay. It’s Ona who makes the peace between the two teams when she offers out a hand to help you to your feet, and you accept with a smile of thanks to your old teammate, before limping away in Ella’s direction as Lyon set up for the free kick you’ve just won.
“I’m so sorry,” Ella says, as soon as you’re close enough.
It’s the first time you’ve properly acknowledged each other since the match began. You can see the sincerity of the apology in Ella’s eyes and you don’t want one clumsy tackle to ruin the game for both of you.
“I know,” you say, letting your hand graze Ella’s elbow as you join the players congregating on the edge of the box ready for the free kick.
“You alright?”
You shrug, wiggling your ankle a little to flex out some of the soreness.
“Nothing I can’t run off.”
Nothing comes off the free kick you just won, and the end of the game is a bit of a scrappy affair with neither team really making any clear chances. The game ends two-nil to Lyon and you finally let yourself exhale as you shake hands with the referees and catch up with some of your old teammates.
You and Ella soon gravitate towards each other and you wrap her up in a hug that’s ninety minutes of difficult football overdue.
“I hated that,” you admit to Ella.
“Well, good news, babe,” Ella replies, feigning an over-the-top cheeriness. “We get to do it all again next week!”
You groan. You’ve been dreading the second leg more than the first.
Ella pretends to be offended by your reaction.
“Jeez, if I knew you felt so strongly about seeing me again so soon…”
“Stop it,” you tell Ella, giving her a push and rolling your eyes at her.
Getting to see your girlfriend twice in the space of a week is almost overshadowed by the daunting prospect of having to return to Manchester to play against your old team on their home turf in front of fans who used to cheer your name.
Pushing your conflict down, you grin at Ella and say, “It will be nice to win at Old Trafford again…”
“Shut up!” Ella protests.
You laugh to yourself at how easy it is to wind Ella up, tinged with a moment of sadness when you remember that these are the moments that you miss and that are so precious now that you live in different countries.
“Come on,” you say to Ella. “I’ve got something to show you.”
You lead the way off the pitch and down the tunnel, past both the home and away dressing rooms, before you grab Ella’s hand and tug her into an empty physio room. Closing the door behind you, you waste no time in letting your hands seek out Ella’s hips and pushing her against the nearest wall.
“I’ve missed you,” you breathe against Ella’s lips, not quite kissing her.
Ella’s hands find your bum, pulling you in closer, before they move up underneath the hem of your jersey, cold fingertips against the sweat-slicked skin of your back.
“I think you’ve got some making up to do,” says Ella. “You know, for beating me.”
“I was gonna call it even thanks to that tackle,” you tease her. “But I’m sure we can figure something out.”
You lean in and press your lips against Ella’s, gasping at the contact because it feels like forever since the last time you got to do this. She kisses you back with enthusiasm, her hands sliding further up your back, until you reach down to the hem of your shirt and help her to lift the top up and over your head.
The door clatters open at exactly that moment and you jump back from Ella, eyes wide as you realise that Alessia is standing in the doorway, her eyes flitting between the pair of you.
“Shit,” she says. “This isn’t the ice bath.”
“We were just…” you rush to explain, trailing off when you realise there is no way to hide the fact that you’ve been caught topless in a dark room with the girlfriend you haven’t seen in weeks.
“Swapping shirts,” blurts out Ella, holding up your Lyon shirt still clutched in her hand.
Alessia snorts.
“Is that what they call it? Looks more like swapping saliva to me.”
“Lessi!” yells Ella, letting her head fall back against the wall in frustration at the interruption of her best friend.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” says Alessia, backing out of the room, her eyes full of mischief. “But fair warning Ella, Marc’s looking for you! I’ll say I haven’t seen you but you’ve probably got five minutes tops.”
Alessia leaves the pair of you alone and Ella groans again.
“Well that’s a bit of a mood killer.”
You nuzzle your face into Ella’s neck, pressing your lips to a spot you know is especially sensitive.
“You sure about that?”
“What the hell,” shrugs Ella, dropping your shirt to the floor and letting out a soft moan as your teeth find her earlobe. “Five minutes is more than enough time.”
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[SACRED STONES SPOILERS]
Can you write an imagine of Lyon x a male retainer where when Lyon starts to get possessed by the demon king his retainer gets more protective and cares for him? Thank you so much!!
Okay, admittedly I went a little off-prompt and wrote something a little more angsty, but I hope you enjoy!
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“Ah...” With shaking hands, Lyon reaches up and rubs his forehead. “Did your headache return, love?” “Y-Yes, it’s- it has become more frequent recently...” “You should rest, pushing yourself to illness and exhaustion won’t help anyone- you can’t save people when you could faint at any moment.” Lyon hesitated, looking at you. You were right, and he knew that, but... Something told him to keep working. “Love, please.” Hearing you refer to him that way more than once turned him red. If your gentleness hadn’t convinced him, his blushing over your words certainly would have. “Alright... But you mustn’t let me lose progress.” You can agree to those terms, pulling him into your arms and letting his face rest in the darkened crook of your neck. “It’ll be alright, Lyon, you just need to continue working in moderation. Pushing yourself will be detrimental... And you know I don’t like seeing you hurt.” “I-I know... I’ll try not to...” You rub his back comfortingly, wanting to take as much time as you can manage to just... Be with each other. With the way the king has been behaving, you can never be sure how long you have together. You want to savor every moment. Footsteps echo down the corridor, telling you several people are on their way to Lyon and yourself’s chambers. “(Y/n), I have a request for you.” You’ve learned to be hesitant with the king as of late. You look at him, unmoving. “And what would that request be?” “I will be creating an assignment for you. You will be acting as a general of Grado in our conquest.” “And what of the prince? Will he be joining me?” “Lyon will remain here and continue his work. I will replace you.” Those words didn’t sit right with you at all. “Replace me with who, exactly?” “Riev.” Absolutely not. He steps forward and you draw your blade, standing protectively before your prince. “Sir, I try not to deny your requests, but the safety of my liege takes priority. I cannot let you do this.” “This is not a debate. You will abandon your post with Lyon and follow my orders. Lyon will continue his studies without your constant interruptions.” “My king, have you lost your mind? Continuing down this path will not only kill Lyon but instigate conflicts throughout Magvel. I refuse to support these decisions.” “I wasn’t asking your opinion, (Y/n).” “I’m bound by duty to protect prince Lyon. I will not allow you to do this.” This was, apparently, the wrong answer. You were seized by two of Vigarde’s generals (your fellow generals now, you suppose), and despite Lyon’s protests, as well as your own, they removed you from your chambers. You were quickly dragged away from your sworn protected and lover, sent to lead an army to wreck havoc. You were left with nothing but the hope that you could find Lyon again before he was lost.
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Cloud I have fallen Lyon with 12 yandere promths this boy deserves some love UwU Anddd bonus if summoner is kinda OK with this like I’m scared but a bit turn on with this UwU
Pairing: Fallen! Lyon x reader
Prompt: “Unfortunately for you, once I had decided you were mine there was nothing you could have done to change your fate.”
Description:You cared for Lyon, so much so you could hardly contain it. However, you knew not how much of him was left in the body that the demon king Formortiis now possessed. Still, you felt you had to get your feelings out there, lest the chance never come again...
Rating: sfw
Word Count: 1155
Notes: Oh Lyon rights?? In my inbox? Got bless, I fucking love him.
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If you noticed the way he looked at you (which, he doubted you did) you did nothing to stop him. Even when his behavior got out of hand for human standards, you never stopped him. It was… cute, the way you blushed and stammered, politely excusing yourself from the so called heroes you commanded so Lyon could have your time. Formortiis couldn’t even claim to hate Lyon’s affection of you; even to him, you were well worth the effort and attention. After all, you taught him just how wrong he was to disregard human emotions…
“Oh, Lyon…” Your voice fell slightly as he approached, eyes following the form of some lowly hero waving their goodbye in a quick escape. He paid them no mind, focused on you in your entirety.
“Summoner,” His voice was as warm in greeting, letting Lyon take the reigns-- just for a while. You always did have such a precious smile one your face when you got to ‘speak’ with him. And it was great fun to rip that moment away from the both of you, as well. “It’s, its me. The demon king is not here… for now.” Oh, Lyon, didn’t you know he would always be with you?
“Oh!” You peaked right up. It was painfully obvious to the demon king how much you loved the prince. That was fine, though, because the prince loved you too. And of course, he did promise little prince Lyon everything he wanted. Formortiis would simply gain something from this as well… “It’s so good to see you again!” You fearlessly gave the prince a hug, much to his shock. He was happy to hug back after a moment of shock: the demon king within him was just as pleased to be receiving your warm affection.
“_____, please.” Lyon laughed. “As long as I get to see and be with you from time to time, I will never truly be gone.” He smiled so brightly at you, you were sure you heart was fit to burst. You had to tell him now, before it was too late and you lost him again.
“Oh you’re too much,” You sighed, pulling back reluctantly to hold Lyon at arms length. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, Lyon. For a while now but… you know, I don’t get to speak with the real you too often.” You laugh softly, and sighed a moment after. Lyon stayed silent, head spinning and heart pounding at what you might have to say. “As nervous as I am, I can’t beat around the bush with this.” You took a deep breath. Lyon squeezed your hips (which he realized with a small blush, you were still allowing him to hold) to comfort you. It was greatly appreciated. “I love you so much Lyon-- even if you are vessel to the demon king, I know your in there. That you’re with me now.” You smiled at him and Lyon could feel his heart jump out of his chest. Though, even if he knew how to respond, Lyon found he couldn’t; of course, the demon king would take this moment to once again take control of his body…
“How cute,” Simply by the change in his tone of voice, you knew the man you held had changed. “Our precious little summoner, in love with prince Lyon? What would the other heroes think if they heard you confessing to the demon king, _____?” His voice was teasing and mocking but you held your brow, frowning at him.
“This has nothing to do with them-- and hardly anything to do with you.” You huff, cheeks still aflame as the demon king pulled you closer.
“Nothing to do with me?” The demon king huffed. “Unfortunately for you, summoner, once I had decided you were mine, there was nothing you could do to change your fate.” Formortiis soaked in your shocked, blushing face, his own satisfied grin overtaking his face.
“W-wait a second,” You took a deep breath. “Back up. Are you saying…?” You didn’t even have the mental capacity to admit it aloud, the idea too absurd to you.
“Are you deaf summoner? I’ll say it again, then. I’ve decided that some human emotions aren’t so bad,” He paused for dramatic effect, pulling you face to face with him just to fluster you even more than you already were. “I’m saying I love you, too.” He chuckled as you shuffled away from his face but not fully out of his arms.
“H-hey wait!” You cried. “I didn’t say I loved you… I said I loved Lyon.” Your excuse was poor, even you knew that but of course you weren’t one to let the demon king with so smugly and so easily.
“But _____,” You flinched, hearing Lyon’s voice return. You knew it was just a ruse from Formortiis but still you listened. “The demon king is a part of me, as I’m a part of him.”
“I-I know but…” Your words died on your tongue at the soft look in his eyes. Whether it was Lyon or Formortiis looking at you, you couldn’t deny that it had an effect you.
“Both of us care for you, summoner.” Formortiis mumbled out. “Lyon and myself.”
“Both of you…” You repeated softly, trying to take it all in. “I-I um… I mean, really?” You blinked, looking into his eyes. It was cute, how unsure you were in this situation.
“Absolutely-- I told you I decided you were mine long ago, did I not? Why else would I act the way I do?” He chuckled at your shocked expression, watching as realization settled over you.
“I thought… I don’t know! I just thought you were being mean to the other heroes!” You cried.
“Well, of course.” He nodded. “How else would they know to stay away from what’s mine?” He pulled you close once again and you squeaked, clutching his neck tighter to stay upright.
“Okay okay fine! I’m yours!” You exclaimed. “But… please don’t be so mean to the heroes. I have to help them, it’s my job.”
“The only hero you’ll ever need is me…” He pulled you into a protective hug, head immediately going to rest in the crook of your neck. You blushed bright, but hugged back nonetheless, finding this vulnerable side of him to be comforting. Maybe… things wouldn’t be so bad?
“Lyon…” You sighed softly, and hugged him tightly. “Well… you better make sure to protect me, alright?”
“No harm will ever come to you again.” The words were growled out, his grip on you tightening for a moment before softening again. “I can’t allow anything to happen to you…” You stayed in his grasp, simply soaking in the affection he gave you. Though you worried things would be different for you now on… you had to admit, the prospect of being in a relationship with the demon king could only excite you…
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softer-fe-imagines · 5 years
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Hey, your writing is amazing! If it's not too much trouble, could I request 33, 58, and 72 with Lyon for the prompt thing?
I love him but like;; Does everything turn out angsty when it’s with Lyon? This is probably one of my longest pieces yet, so there’s that, too. Sorry for the long wait, anon, please enjoy! ♡
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“And right now, I wish I could follow you.” - Honey and the Moon
It’s the end of the day and you’re laying in bed with Lyon. It’s soft and comfortable, the way it should be. Instead of talking, the two of you merely enjoy the presence of another person, but a thought prevents you from fully enjoying the moment. You have to tell him - you know you do, there’s no way around it - but some part of you holds back. You don’t want to have to see the sad look you know will be on his face, but if you don’t say anything, you can only imagine it will be much worse. You’re going to do it, you have to, and so the words leave your mouth.
“I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Pardon?”
“Tomorrow, I’ll be leaving.” Despite the fact that you’re staring up at the ceiling, it’s impossible to ignore how confused Lyon seems even though your statement had been so blunt.
“So suddenly…? I thought… you were going to stay.”
You pause, considering your words. “I was,” you reply carefully. “But it turns out I can’t.”
There’s a shuffling as Lyon turns over to stare at you, you know that’s what he’s doing since he’s done it a million times before. Still, you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze.
“But…” he murmurs, voice trembling in a way that makes your own heart shake, “You promised me you wouldn’t leave without telling me.”
“I know I did, it’s just… It’s either tomorrow or it’s never, Lyon. If I want to go back home, the only portal we can find will be closed within the next 14 hours and there’s no telling if it’ll ever open again. As much as I want to stay…”
“You can’t.” He finishes your sentence for you, but there’s a sense of bitterness to the words.
“Exactly,” you say, sighing aloud. Carefully, you turn to face him, but the violet eyes you had expected to be staring at you are averted.
Lyon’s not looking at you, rather staring off into the distance at something you can’t see. “What if… something bad happens to you? And there’s no one there to help you? Or if you’re unable to return? Or… if you forget about me?” Lyon murmurs, his already quiet voice getting smaller and smaller with each word.
“None of that will happen,” you reply, staring at the corner of his trembling jaw. “I’ll be fine and I’ll be back before you know it.” He nods at this, an almost imperceptible shake of his head, but the glassy look remains in his eyes.
Sighing, you shuffle closer to him. “Hey,”
“Yes…?”
“Could you look at me, please?” There’s a moment’s pause, but even so, Lyon turns to look at you. Gradually, his eyes drift from one place to another until he finally has the courage to look you right in the eye. The second he does, you can tell he’s upset. Upset and worried and anxious and - if it’s not a trick of the light, at least - he’s about to cry if the tear threatening to fall from his eye means anything. Reaching out, you rub the bead of moisture away, sending a soft smile in his direction as you do. He attempts to return it, but the corners of his mouth waver just enough that he seems sadder than usual.
“I know it’s sudden,” you say, doing your best to keep your voice steadier than you feel, “But I have to go. There may never be another chance. Nothing will happen to me, not at all! I’m much stronger than I used to be, you know that. And even if I can’t come back right away,, I’ll be here as soon as I can be. After all, you’re the love of my life, Lyon. I don’t think I can live without you.”
Digesting the information doesn’t take long, but Lyon still finds it hard to voice his next thoughts. “But…”
“What is it?” you ask, gentle as can be.
“What if… you never come back?” he asks, the words catching in his throat.
“I’ll always come back. Even if it takes forever, I’ll come back to you. I promise. Didn’t I say it already? I can’t live without you, Lyon. I’ll come to find you no matter what.”
“Really…?” He blinks, staring at you in awe.
“Of course,” you reply because it’s true. The words seem to soothe Lyon’s worries, the strange glassiness finally disappearing. Since there seems to be something he’s holding back, but before you ask, he says what’s on his mind.
“Then… Can I hold your hand?”
“What?”
“Oh!” he exclaims, colour rising to his cheeks as he returns to being the Lyon you know so well. “It’s just… It might be a while until the next time we can do something like that, so…”
“Of course, Lyon. Anything for you.” comes your easy reply, once again paired with a smile. This time, Lyon does a much better job of returning it in kind, even if it still seems tinged in melancholy. With that, you entwine his fingers with your own. “I think we should get some rest now,” you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Mhm… But first…” Lyon leans over, just enough to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you.”
You can’t help but smile brightly at that. “I love you too,” you return. You expect that that’s the end of it, so you close your eyes to sleep, but it’s not even a minute later when you hear something else.
“I’ll… I’ll miss you, you know,” Lyon whispers under his breath, almost soft enough that you can’t hear it.
This time, it’s you who leans over, pressing a kiss of your own to his cheek. “I’ll miss you too,” you reply. “I’ll miss you more than anything.”
With that, the two of you exchange no more words, instead focusing on rest. It’s the last night that the two of you will be able to enjoy like this for who knows how long, so it has to be savoured properly.
When Lyon wakes up, it’s still so early in the morning but you’re already gone. His fingers flex around the empty space where your hand should be and the spot beside him is almost unbearably cold. He attempts to sit up, but instead curls in on himself as a sense of loss fills the air and the sudden urge to cry makes itself known. There’s only one tear, then a second and suddenly a whole storm of them erupt as loneliness sets in. It’s only been two minutes, you’ve been gone for two whole minutes, but he can already feel himself falling apart. He wants to hold your hand and ground himself but he can’t, you’re already gone and he doesn’t know when you’ll be back and the thought of it creates a whole new set of tears. He cries for a long, long time, too long to keep track of, until there are no more tears left to cry even though he wants to cry some more.
“After this… there are no more tears,” he whispers under his breath in an attempt to solidify his resolve. “I have to be strong because… They’re probably suffering too.”
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villainousfe · 5 years
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OH before it piles up (I have waited for this moment) Can I get a Lyon/fem!Summoner where both of them aren’t sure if they can have children and the summoner accidentally summons their future son? Thank you!! I love your guys’ writing!!
What?
Huh?
No, seriously, what just happened?
You and Lyon have been together for quite some time, your relationship filled with lots of affection and care- but whenever the topic of children came up you two would go silent
It wasn't that you didn't want children! You just weren't.... So... Sure...
That was how you felt, up until an hour ago.
You had obtained some orbs and decided to go with Lyon to summon more heroes!
You aimed, shot and froze. The face that came to view before the smoke cleared was a face you weren't familiar with- which is strange considering you knew almost all the heroes (at least, by looks- not names)
But what confused you even more was when the hero- a purple haired kid, ran up to you and happily called out- "It's mommy!"
A lot of things came to mind- Was the kid mistaken? Did theg think you were someone else-?? If so then why is their hair Lyon's shade of purple- why-
Turning your head to Lyon, his expression was unreadable. It wasn't until the child reached out to pat his shoulder.
"Papa! You're wearing your old cloak !!"
You watched tears slowly fall from his eyes as he came in closer to hug you two.
"Aha... I have... We have... A kid.."
You've never seen him smile through so many tears- let alone see him cry this much in so long. You quietly hugged your lover back, allowing the child to continue being confused.
"Don't start making kissy faces.... Yuck !"
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kinkyatta · 5 years
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Festive
Lyon x reader
It was freezing inside the Askr castle. Despite the thick coat you were wearing, you found yourself shivering. The decorations littered the halls as well as people, chattering about the festival and enjoying themselves. A well deserved peace.
“Summoner!” Ephraim’s voice was loud from down the hall and you scurried to find it. He was standing with Eirika and they both looked rather perplexed. “Oh, Summoner!” Eirika turned to clasp at your hands, “We really need your help. Have you seen Lyon at all?” Oh…You haven’t.
Not surprising. Lyon was rather shy about festivals like this. He’s probably too embarrassed about the outfit the twins gave him. “I can look for him, if you’d like” you offered. Eirika cheered, “Thank you! Tell him we’ll be out in the courtyard. Oh and stay warm okay?” You nodded as the twins set off rather hurriedly. Ah, they’ll never change. I guess that leaves you on a man hunt.
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Lyon wasn’t in the library (his most common place to lounge) nor was he in the mess hall (you swore he said he’d be dying to taste the festive treats). Maybe he was hiding somewhere the twins would never look. The stables? The armory? Ugh, so many rooms! Rooms…Rooms…Oh, suppose it wouldn’t kill you to check his. Lyon’s room was at the end of the west corridor, near the garden. You tapped gently on his door, “Lyon? It’s me? Are you there?”
Sheepishly, the door opened revealing Lyon. He was suited much like Ephraim and Eirika. “My apologies, am I needed elsewhere?”
“Oh, no no! I was just coming to fetch you, the twins wanted you for something. I can walk you down to the courtyard if you’d like?” Lyon cursed slightly as he obliged, he’d rather stay warm in his room (he had even prepared tea!) but he couldn’t resist seeing his friends.
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You and Lyon made it out to the courtyard. There was little chat between you two as you walked. You supposed it couldn’t be helped. What a sight! The yard was strung with decorations, an arch led to the tree in the middle which was huge and decorated brightly. Eirika waved from afar, and you suspected that was your cue to meet her. “So cold…” Lyon shivered, adjusting his thick coat. “I could go for some tea right afterwards, how about you?” he looked away when you tried to look at him. “I’d be delighted, but let’s see what they need first.”
You and Lyon both walked along the cobblestone path to the center. The soft crunching of snow filled the air as well as the gentle sound of sleigh bells. You stopped just under the the archway before Ephraim has stopped you both. “Lyon! My friend, I see you’re doing well?”
“I’m rather cold,” Lyon hummed back, he sounded annoyed but his eyes held a warmth to them. “Worry not, you can go back inside after you’re done” you suppose you should take your leave now. “Oh? Leaving so soon? Maybe you both should look up.”
You and Lyon gave Ephraim a dumbfounded look before turning your attention skywards. It was a mistletoe, hidden from afar but it was right there. And you were under it. With Lyon. You were under a mistletoe with Lyon. “This is, ah, E-Ephraim-“ Lyon stuttered out but Ephraim had already taken his leave. “W-We don’t have to, if you don’t want to Lyon!”
“I do! I just,” he seemed surprised at his statement and he quickly shrunk back. “I do but only if you…Absolutely want to.” His shyness was adorable, but underneath you could feel his anticipation. You hummed positively. The both of you leaned into each other in a warm, loving kiss. He tasted faintly of rose tea. You think you could hear Ephraim and Eirika cheer behind you, but you both pay them no mind.
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fe-husband-heaven · 5 years
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Master List (March-May)
The x’s are links! More than one x just means another post!
N/SFW Alphabet Asks:
Takumi (x) (xx) (xxx)
Leo (x) (xx)
Henry (x)
Shiro (x) (xx)
Shigure (x)
Canas (x)
Alfonse (x) (xx)
Niles (x)
Seliph (x)
Ike (x) (xx)
Duma (x)
Zelgius (x) (xx)
Bruno (x) (xx)
Siegbert (x)
Inigo/Laslow (x) (xx) (xxx)
Ryoma (x) (xx)
Xander (x) (xx) (xxx)
Silas (x)
Valter (x)
Michalis (x)
M!Robin (x) (xx)
Gaius (x)
Hector (x)
Claude (x)
Hinata (x)
Azama (x)
Kaden (x) (xx)
Chrom (x) (xx)
Hríd (x) (xx)
Tibarn (x) (xx) (xxx)
Frederick (x)
Brady (x)
Priam (x)
Grima (x)
Naesala (x)
Sigurd (x)
Kaze (x)
HCs:
Naesala’s S/O is afraid of heights and birds
Zelgius’s S/O goes missing
Shiro, Ike, Owain go to a convention!
Top 10 FE Butt’s and when you slap them nyaha
Baby Chicks are lose in the castle!
Priam meets Ike who’s dating the Summoner!
Treating Owain to a movie date
Top 10 most likely to wind up in jail
Odin’s S/O pranks him
Lesbian Reader friendship with Forrest
Surtr & Duma w/artist S/O + a little lemonish subtexts wink wonk
Who likes/hates airplanes + Mile High Club 
Owain,Ike,Shiro meet their voice actors
Vaike,Hawkeye, Owain find out their S/O has been abused
Shiro + going to the fair
Ike,Shiro,M!Corrin finding out they’re gonna be dads
Ike falling asleep on the Summoner’s chest
Summoner introduces DnD to the heroes!
Thoughts on Sigurd + Small HC’s
Ryoma and S/O that loves his hair
Opinion on Ike + Married life Hc’s
Ryoma,Chrom, Laslow/Inigo meeting voice actors
Yandere Alfonse Pt.1 
Yandere Alfonse Pt.2 (Smut)
Saizo + Lukas Smut HC’s
Marth Falling In Love HC’s
Grima General Smut HC’s
Fluffy Lovey Dovey Keaton HC's
Soft Niles HC’s
Scenario:
Dating Odin but summoning Owain without knowing the truth
Inigo teasing M!Summoner with his butt at the hot springs
Silas with a Summoner who likes to hear him cuss during s/ex
M!Summoner confesses to Ike while he trains (for astra-crits!)
Bruno Fluff/Smut after he’s cured of his curse
Unaware Silas teasing M!Corrin with his butt
Summoner touching Reyson’s wings not realizing its turning him on
Jakob realizing he’s in love with you
Walhart learns he’ll be a father
Shigure Smut Drabble
Hrid Smut after beating Surtr
Grima Special: Gauntlet Win
Bruno letting the Summoner see his eyes
Hotspring smut after not seeing Ryoma for a while
Walking in on Lyon without a shirtless angst
M!Summoner proposes M!Robin
First time with Saizo
Prompt: Niles + Shut up and kiss me
Prompt: Grima + Why haven’t you kissed me yet?
Mod Torture Asks:
Wrys proposing to the Summoner
R-romantic dinner with Oliver
My Husband Raven mwuah!:
A sparring session with Raven
Raven proposing to his S/O
Wolf Laguz Raven
Old man is stalking S/O + Raven shows him who you belong to
Woo wee! That’s all the posts from the start of this blog, hope this makes it easier on newcomers nyaha! I’m v proud of our blog ya’ll, thank you for the support mwuah!
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glowingbadger · 8 months
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do u think lyon would ever go into a rut/heat while being possessed by fomortiis? bc if so god damn i need me some of that
Ohh, a fascinating concept- I don't know about heat per say, but definitely some kind of overwhelming lust brought on by the imbalance of chaotic energy. Or some such appropriate fantasy-setting word salad lmao. Point is, it definitely seems to be implied even in canon that the Demon King claims he'll fulfill the darker desires hidden in Lyon's heart- lust included. So I think it's more that, while possessed, he wouldn't be able to hold back the longing for you that's already been festering inside of him. I imagine, with the help of Fomortiis, he'd also be quite a bit physically stronger than usual, which may be a shock given his slender frame- but imagining being manhandled by that beautiful man in the throes of uncontrolled lust? Oh yeah, that's the good shit.
(when I first posted this my phone had autocorrected Lyon to Leon wtf stop making me look like a fake fan)
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Hello :3!!! Can you write a letter from Lyon to the reader? It can be anything you want to write about! Thank you so much :#>
Oh gladly I love Lyon so very much I am head over heels for that boy-
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(Y/n),
I truly think I’m getting somewhere with my magic... We were able to save someone, (Y/n), we brought them back from death! You should have seen how grateful they were... I love this feeling, I feel like I’m truly able to help people like this. I’m far from qualified to rule, but if I can do this I can still be doing so much for the people! I won’t be a failure, I would be just as heroic as you and Ephraim and Erika. I only hope this success lasts.
I worry about these endeavors interfering with my royal duties. Or rather, I worry my royal duties may interrupt my work with the stone. I know I am unfit to rule, I do not wish to train myself to do so. I do not feel right for royalty, I would much rather stay with my work and learn to save people that way. I am not brave like all of you are, I would not make a strong ruler... That is why I must keep my conviction strong with unlocking the power of the sacred stone. If I can do this I can help without ruling. That is all I want.
Ah, I suppose I should tell you about what has been happening since I got further progress with the stone... It isn’t as pleasant as I’d hoped, but it is important nonetheless. Truly, we cannot save everyone without a cost, and it seems these side effects are mine.
Things have been... Strange ever since I made the breakthrough that let us save that child... I’ve been getting headaches, and my father... His illness seems to be evolving to something new. I pray I’ll be able to find a way to save him before this worsens.
But I am not losing hope- I feel confident, I feel like I’m truly finding something working with the stone. I’m connecting with it, I know it. And I know you and the others have put a certain degree of faith in me for this to work, so I must push forward with my studies. This must work. I know it will. I am certain it will.
How have your endeavors been, (Y/n)? I’d love to hear them if you wish to tell, I enjoy looking at your letters while I work. It provides me calm to read your script. Please, do not stop writing to me.
I hope the next time we meet I’ll have found a way to save them all.
Yours,
Lyon
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YOUR LYON FIC WAS AMAZING AND MORE AMAZING THAN WHAT I WAS IMAGINING! THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVED IT SO MUCH!
P.s. you should totally write more parts to it so I can keep reading because I’m really invested in the story :3
I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT!! This part two was... A bit delayed, but I hope you still enjoy it! Spoilers for Sacred Stones + Angst with a bad ending
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No, no, no. There had to still be time. There had to be. He had to be okay. Please gods let him be okay. Despite Ephraim’s shouts and attempts to hold you back, you went sprinting through Darkling Woods to reach Lyon. Or, what was left of him. You can’t tell if your tears are from the biting cold in the air or your own panic and grief. “Lyon!? Lyon, are you in here!?” You call out to him, half aware that it’s a pointless venture. “Lyon!?” You can hear the Demon King’s cackling in response to your cries. He reminds you your attempts are fruitless, using Lyon’s pained voice against you as you rush haphazardly through the fortress to where he stands. Your mad dash must have pushed Ephraim and Erika to hurry, as they follow in your footsteps shortly after. They tell you to let them attack him. You consider it. “Our sacred weapons could hurt him, we can’t be certain he’ll be taken down with anything else.” You agree, with some hesitance, watching as the nobles you’ve worked with swing their blades at what was left of your lover. When he seems nearly spent, you push past Ephraim, blocking the finishing blows attempted. No. You weren’t taking this, absolutely not. If you’re going to die, you’re dying together. No matter what happens to Lyon’s body after death, you’re taking yours with it. You were his protector, if you can’t save him in this life you may as well continue your mission in the next. As you close in on him, Lyon’s hands clasp around your head. You can feel the way the Demon King has morphed them, but they’re still soft like they’ve always been. Enough of him is left for you to die together. “(Y/n), wait-!” Ephraim’s attempt at stopping you is a second too late- not that it would’ve worked anyway. Your blade is plunged through Lyon’s body, sticking out the other end a glistening crimson. Just as you catch a glimpse of it, your vision goes dark as the Demon King sends a surge of Naglfar’s power straight into your skull. You’re not sure if you’re numbed to the pain out of grief or because death took you faster than you realized. Both of your bodies crumple to the floor, your souls departed. Of course, your final action did nothing to prevent the Demon King from desecrating both of your lifeless bodies to take its final form, but... You fell with your lover, and your ashes mixed when you burned for the resurrection of Fomortiis. That was the happiest ending you could have hoped for.
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softer-fe-imagines · 5 years
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For the new prompts, #13 with Lyon maybe??
He has Big Nervous energy and I kin that. Thank you for this!!
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Being the leading tactician of an army is somewhat more difficult than you had previously thought - which means a lot, as you'd thought it would be plenty difficult in the first place. Hunched over a book in the library with another hundred novels stacked beside you, you can easily sympathize with any of the other tacticians in Askr's castle. Just as you're about to really get into strategizing and planning, the loud boom of the door slamming open shocks you out of your mindset.
"Is the summoner in here?" The voice is frantic, almost yelling but still too soft-spoken to really do that.
With a sigh, you stand up. "I'm over here, Lyon." The purple haired mage rushes to your side with almost no regard for the rules of the library as he settles down in a chair next to you. It's a little strange to see him like this, but with the distraught look on his face, there must be a good reason for it. Before he can speak, you beat him to it. “Calm down. Breathe. It’s okay. Whatever’s wrong, we’ll figure this out together.”
Lyon nods frantically in understanding as he pauses for just a moment to take a breath. With how tired he looks, you expect him to take more than a few seconds, but Lyon barely waits. Once he opens his mouth, it’s almost as if he can't stop talking. If you're being honest, it's a little amusing to see him so talkative for once. "I was talking to Ephraim about my recent issue and he told me I might be in love but it just can't be true and then I tried to find Eirika to ask her but she was nowhere to be found and then Ephraim laughed at me and said there was no way it wasn't love and that he has never been wrong about it before but it really can't be and so-" he pauses to take a breath, "I need to ask you about it."
You're tempted to laugh a little bit at how dramatic he's being, especially over something that seems so small, but you really don't want to hurt his feelings. Although... It is a weird thing to be worried about. Lyon? In love? You never would have guessed. Perhaps Ephraim was interpreting things wrong? You wait a moment before responding, both to digest the information and to allow Lyon time to rest after his impressively long sentence. All the while, the prince stares at you, his gaze unwavering as he waits for a response. "Well, ask away," you reply, sending him a gentle smile in an attempt to ease his worries.
Lyon smiles back, much calmer than before, but the franticness of before is replaced with nervousness that seems worse than usual. "W-well... Whenever I see this person, my heart gets all fluttery and I think about them a lot... And I really want to see them happy! When they're around other people it hurts a bit and... I like when they pay attention to me."
"That sounds like to love to me," you reply.
"Is it really!?!" Lyon exclaims out loud before a dramatic redness coats his cheeks as he lowers his tone. "I mean... Do you really think so?"
"Of course!" Your reply is confident because, if not love, what else could it be? Now, though, you're curious. Who could Lyon be in love with?
Despite the happy realization, Lyon droops at the statement. "But..."
"But?"
"I don't think they could ever love me back."
"Aw, don't say that. You're a wonderful person, I'm sure anyone would fall in love with you!" The small piece of encouragement does its job well as Lyon visible perks up.
"Do you... really think so?"
"Of course!"
He hesitates, biting his lip as he thinks something over. "Then... Do you think you could love me too?
"Mhm... Wait, what?" Despite your earlier curiosity, the idea of Lyon having a crush on you never once crossed your mind.
A soft blush forms on Lyon's face as he looks up at you, meeting your eyes in a small bout of courage. "I'm in love with you. Will you tell me you feel the same way?"
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softer-fe-imagines · 5 years
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Yay! Can I have a Poly ship for Lyon x Reader x Takumi? The reader is a girl that is very caring, awkward, and gets loud and happy when hyper. Who loves reading and caring for those around her. Please?
I’m sorry for the wait, I really hope it was worth it! Thank you for the request!! ♡
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“When you like me very very very very much, then tell me!” - Very Very Very
♡ One, two, three! Wherever there’s one of you, the other two are sure to follow. That makes it particularly easy for people to find you, though, so Lyon finds good hiding places for the three of you apart from your usual haunts.
♡ The library is pretty much the place find you three. With Takumi’s love of history and Lyon’s attachment to books of magic, there’s always something to occupy you all. Sometimes, a fiction title is a good change of pace, especially after working so hard. They both enjoy reading out loud, but if you’re willing to do so, they’ll both be super happy!
♡ Lyon also enjoys spending time in the gardens. It’s calm, peaceful, and there’s always enough room for the three of you to stretch out, relax, and do nothing.
♡ Watching Takumi at the archery range is also fun! Despite being a mage, Lyon like watching Takumi do what he does best and Takumi does enjoy showing off. Even if you yourself spend a lot of time around archers, it’s always an experience, seeing someone you love so much being so cool;;
♡  As the summoner, your job is full of things to do and so little free time. Of course, every free moment you can spare is spent with Lyon, Takumi, or both if you’re lucky enough. Happy chatter goes on all the time, mostly on your end, though. The other two enjoy listening very much, it’s enough to make their days the littlest bit better, especially after a particularly hard battle.
♡ If there is a chance to steal away, it’s very easy to do. Lyon’s an expert at picking out hidden places in the vast castle of Askr, so there’s always somewhere new to hide from your work. Takumi comes along too, of course, to scare away the ghosts and spiders so neither of you have to worry about them. It’s not as if he’s less afraid, of course, but putting on a brave face is the least he can do for the two of you.
♡ The two of them like cuddling very much! You have to be in the middle, especially since you’re the most talkative of the bunch. They’ve mutually agreed upon it, you’re definitely the warmest, so it’s not fair to leave you hanging on the side in a cuddle pile.
♡ Despite being completely different people, there are many things that Lyon and Takumi have in common. They’re both in love with you, for one, and they love each other too! But, they both have a need for affection, to be told that they matter… They can both get very insecure and, despite having each other, it’s so easy to just be depressed together instead of lifting each other up.
♡ Together, you’re a perfect trio, so they never have to worry much when you’re around. Soft “I love you’s” and whispered words of affection might be small, but they do make a difference. Even if you’re busy, please remember to show them you care since! They love you and care about you very much too!
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kinkyatta · 5 years
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I don’t deserve you
Lyon x reader
A quick glance and a parted stare. You’ve noticed the pattern by now. Lyon, though he was a capable hero with a grim history (though sad) he was still shy when it came to anything romantic. You turned back. He looks away. If you even look at your strategy book you know; His eyes pierce through you (though never unpleasant.)
“Lyon,” You hummed while writing down a few notes in the margins, “Would you like to tell me something?” a sputtered noise came from the prince as he ushered over to you immediately; a lost puppy. “Summoner I……” he seated himself beside you as he contemplated something. “I feel as though I don’t deserve you”, you paused, “I don’t deserve your kindness”, you feel as though your heart has stopped, “I don’t deserve a second chance.”
You whipped around to face him and your heart shatters; His eyes were glossed over and he looked so defeated. “Lyon, I…” You couldn’t find the right words to say sadly. “This is - Gods, Lyon I…” he glanced over with a sad smile. “I’m right aren’t I?”
Idiot. Idiot prince. You quickly clasped your hands around his. “Lyon, maybe you don’t deserve a second chance but you were given one! A chance to learn and to grow……Please don’t take this for granted - Or me! I love you with all of my heart. Never forget that, ever.” Lyon was silent as his face reddened. Hearing you say that you love him did things to him (he is ashamed to admit half of what it does).
Lyon quickly embraced you, his face hidden in the crook of your hooded neck. There was silence after that. You knew Lyon would have a hard time forgiving himself, but you knew that together maybe…maybe he could.
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